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twx-sid3d · 5 years

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(NOT Reaper) Anne X Lia One Shot!!

I was bored so wrote this lol. Enjoy~!!

It was Mother’s idea to throw a party for her twin children for their sixth birthday. Of course, Father wasn’t happy with it, but there was one fact that he couldn’t deny: it would be a perfect time for his children to meet men and women for them to marry.

It may sound strange for a six year old to start looking for a potential life partner, but it really isn’t that shocking. Leic, my twin brother, and I grow at a far more accelerated rate than human children. We’re the children of a grim reaper and a demon. Father thinks we’ll slow down as we age. Mother hopes he’s right. Then her children will die even quicker than expected, leaving our two immortal parents alone and childless. Father would enjoy that, most likely, but Mother would miss us dearly. She adores us.

As it is my own birthday, I refused to dress as Father wished for me to. Of course he would want me to wear a traditional dress. Of course he would want me to do the things I despise. I hate dresses; they are itchy, uncomfortable, stiff, and so hard to move in. Mother vouched for me to allow me to wear a suit. If I am to marry a man at this party, I want them to realize that their wife does not wear dresses. I don’t want to disappoint. I don’t want to hear their whining.

Mother made me a wonderful suit that fits like a glove. It is without a doubt my favorite. Just feminine enough for Father with a frilly collar and cuffs, but still without a doubt a shirt and pants. I loved it. Mother helped me style my shoulder length hair, telling me stories of the woman I was named after. Father’s aunt, Mother’s friend. She said my hair looked just like hers, but my bangs are like Father’s. And I have Father’s deep blue eyes.

Nobody at the party knew of Leic’s and my own age. They were told the Phantomhive Twins were turning twenty-two. Well... One person knew of our real age. Leic’s and my own only friend, Lia Michaelis.

Lia isn’t a true human either. She’s the daughter of Father’s two previous servants. Kira Black is the magical princess of a world far away from this one, Sebastian Michaelis the ex butler of this manor and a powerful demon—we have a Sebastian at our manor, but he isn’t exactly the real “Sebastian Michaelis”. He is a different demon, one that got stuck in my father’s web and allowed Lia’s father out.

Lia accidentally came to this world a few months ago, and now she comes every once in a while to pay my brother and myself a visit. This is one of those occasions, and so she is currently staying in one of the many vacant rooms of the manor.

Lia is a strange woman. She always wears the cloak her mother made for her as a child, both an invisibility cloak and a safety blanket, that matched her dark purple eyes. She has a dark aura and very dark magic, but a good heart. Her personality is hidden behind her dark outer walls, but I can see it. She’s incredible... And the only person I can talk openly to.

I don’t expect her to attend the party. She despises crowds, so much that she had a small anxiety attack when she met my whole, small family. I don’t want her to come to the party, for I worry she will become anxious once more. I’m more than glad that she came anyway, if only to be with me on my birthday.

Leic too, of course.

Once the sun began to set, the party attendees begin to arrive. Father made me greet them, as the eldest child, with Leic by my side. Once all of the party guests have arrived, I greeted them all and welcomed them to my—our—manor. Sebastian—our Sebastian—then showed them to the ballroom.

Leic looked very nice in his suit. Father made sure to prevent us from wearing clothing too similar. One difference between the two of us was that he’s wearing a tie—red, for Mother wouldn’t let her children go without at least a bit of red—and I’m wearing no such thing. My red hair is enough for mother, and the frilliness of my undershirt is enough for Father.

Walking into the ballroom with so many men and women of my age was uncomfortable. Leic, with our mother’s charm, was laughing and smiling with the women. I envied him, and not only due to how easy this seemed for him. I would much rather be talking to my fellow women than these men. I feel absolutely no attraction to them. But I cannot let Father know this, for he would never approve. Mother, yes—she would be overjoyed if I were to come out to her—but never Father.

Sebastian makes his way to his perch on the musician platform, the only one we have, and begins to play his violin. I wish to dance with Leic, a sweet dance between the two birthday siblings, but I see him already dancing with a blond with fair skin and crystal blue eyes in a white dress. As I watch, spinning the blue diamond Phantomhive ring around my thumb, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn my head to see one of the possible “suitors” smiling sheepishly at me. It’s clear he can see my unhappy expression.

“U-Uh, Miss Phantomhive, you look very...beautiful tonight...?” the young man with neat brown hair and matching brown eyes said. It’s clear he’s very confused by my suit, and most likely intimidated by it. Good. One should fear the Queen’s Watchdog. My eyes narrow and I know I look just like my father. I may despise that man, but I cannot deny how alike we are. But our personalities don’t mix well at all, thus our poor relationship.

“Yes, my mother made my attire,” I say, deliberately disregarding his compliment.

“Well, it looks very...stunning,” he said with his sheepish grin. Stunning... Yes. Unnatural. I’m not stupid. I know that he doesn’t approve. But he wants my fortune, so of course he’ll play nice. Trying to play the game. The game my father is a master at, and the one I am slowly excelling at.

When I didn’t respond, he added, “Umm... Would you like to dance?”

Of course I don’t want to dance. Why would I? But I glance over to the other side of the ballroom and see my parents, my mother in her elaborate red dress and styled, long red hair, and my father in his cold and controlling stance with his useless cane out in front of him, both of his hands resting on the jewel at the end of it. He only carries that around for the aesthetic. He doesn’t need a cane. Clearly.

His single eye meets my own, and I know I have no choice but to agree. I look at the man beside me. He seems more boy than man.

I don’t bother smiling. I just nod. “Yes... Of course.” I hold out my arm to him and he gladly accepts it, and then he leads me to the dance floor and we dance.

There is no emotion behind it. Only me wanting to leave. That’s how it is with every dance I do this night, the faces of countless men fading from my mind once our dance has ended. I begin to lose track of what my younger brother is doing, having no time to watch him from how many men want to dance with me.

After an hour, I have to take a breather. Sebastian and Mother taught me to dance at a young age so I am far better off than Father was as a child, but I still dislike the action. I don’t see how Mother and Leic enjoy it...

At the “snack table” as Leic calls it, my deep blue eyes catch onto a shimmering purple gown from across the room. A beautiful, dark purple gown with pieces of shining plastic embodied into it to give the wearer the appearance of a dark, star filled sky with long sleeves, the gown exposing the pale collarbone of the woman who wears it, for the fabric cut across her upper chest and hung around her lower shoulders. No cloak is in sight, only her long, straight, raven black hair down for once and cascading down to her lower back. Her bangs are their strange color, white as snow but slowly gaining the gradient of purple at the roots to light blue at the tips, a phenomenon that happens only as the sun set over the land and darkness filled the landscape. Her dark purple eyes look almost frightful as they dart from person to person as the woman keeps her distance, staying in the dark corner of the room. Why... Why is she here...?? How long has she been at the party? Why haven’t I noticed her alluring presence??

I quickly make my way to my only friend, my quick pace allowing myself to meet her from across the room in only a few minutes. When her purple eyes meet my blue ones, she seems to calm in her contained, emotionless way.

“Lia, what are you doing here..?” I question softly, looking up at the dark young woman. She’s very tall, perhaps 5’10, while I remain an average 5’6.

“....I didn’t want to miss Leic’s and your own party,” she responded in her quiet yet silky tone.

I sigh, looking around at the party goers. “You’re even paler than usual. You despise parties... Why would you even come..?? It’s only harming you...” Another sigh escapes my pink lips—Mother insisted I wore some sort of lipstick, so I chose a skin colored one—and I take her freezing hand into my heated one as I silently pull her through the ballroom. I can feel Father’s eye on me, but I don’t care. I had to get her out of here... I don’t want her to be in mental pain because of me.

I take her out of the ballroom and sigh. She even got so dressed up... She’s beautiful, heart stoppingly so, but I can’t have her getting a panic attack in that party. I take her to the best quiet place I can think of: my study.

I shut the door behind us, the thud interrupting the quiet, as I look at her. I sit on my desk, something Father despises when I do it in his presence, and take her in fully. She’s so amazing, not only her beauty... She looks like the night sky, the beauty of the night, of darkness. As the Aristocrat of Evil, it is incredibly appealing.

But I’m not about to fawn over her when I’m furious like I am.

“What were you thinking?” I demand, my ever constant anger taking the best of me. “You and I both know that you despise parties..!! Why would you put yourself through that? Are you stupid??”

“...What I chose is my decision, not yours,” she says in her calm and contained manner, calming my anger with only a few words. “I knew full well what makes me uncomfortable.... I did it anyway to celebrate the birthday of my friends.”

One thing I have always admired about Lia is how she never ceases to calm my rage, how she always stands up to me and States her mind and why I need to shut up. Mother doesn’t fight me, Leic gets unnerved when I argue with him, and Father fights me to the point where it only angers me anymore, as if he assumes he is always right.

But Lia is different. She pushes against me, yes, but not because she thinks she is always right. She fights me to meet me halfway and calm me, bringing me back down to earth. It never ceases to amaze me how she does this...

“The party is only for me to find a future husband,” I say to her, my tone having drastically calmed to a quiet and more friendly one. I only use this tone to Leic and her... Everyone else, I play the role of Angelina Phantomhive. With her and my twin, I am Anne, their sister and friend. Not below them, not above them. We are equal.

“...There are two people celebrating their birthday today,” she retorts in her quiet and collected voice. She has a strength different from my own. She’s much better at being collected than I. I envy her ability to control her emotions so easily. Father wants me to learn how to do the same, but I just can never seem to keep my emotions in check.

I am quiet for a minute or so. “...do you wish to marry Leic?” I cannot fully hide the worry and pain in my voice.

She doesn’t try to console me. But her gaze does soften just slightly. “I didn’t say that... I came to see my only two friends. That’s all... Not to marry...”

I slip off of the desk and pace over to the bookshelf on the other side of the room, looking at the books. Hide my emotions as much as I can. “...did you speak to him?”

“...Yes.”

“And?”

“We talked of the party... He joked around about the women he had talked to. Still trying to see my smile... He offered to dance with me... I turned him down.”

“You wouldn’t dare dance in front of such a group. You wouldn’t want to have that much attention on yourself.” Why didn’t Leic see that...??

“...yes.”

I look back at her to see her staring at me. Our eyes remained locked, but not in the way Father and I do when we argue. She has said all she wants to. I have so much to say, but am afraid to speak my feelings.

I look back at the shelf and see a small box next to a book. I pick it up and smile gently. A gift from Mother a year ago for my birthday—a music box which played my lullaby as a child. She said that my grandmother gave one to my father, so it only seemed right for her to give one to each of her two children.

“...would you like to dance?” My voice is soft, a mere whisper, but I know she can hear me. “In here. Not out there. Safe in my office, with only the two of us knowing. No one will watch but me.”

I look back at her, my breath stuck in my chest as I awaited her reply.

“....yes. I accept. But I’m very bad at it.”

A soft smile spread across my lips as I walked to her after winding up the music box and setting it on the shelf. One hand laced its fingers around her freezing ones, the other pressed against her back. Her hand laid gently on my shoulder. I watched Leic closely during his dance lessons, so I was just fine with leading despite the height difference.

I looked up into her dark eyes and the music began, a gentle and slow rhythm. Then, we dance. Slowly, carefully, not wanting to rush and preserve the moment. Our steps move as one, our hearts beating in unison.

I am in love with her. I realize this now as we dance around the study, the room seeming to melt away into the night sky to match her aura and dress. I want to marry her... Allow her to work by my side. Work as a team. I want us to be a pair, both of us watchdogs. Her my advisor, me the voice of the two of us. We would be an excellent pair... She completes me, keeps me grounded and reminds me that I am not in a prison of my own making. I am not trapped in my father’s specially made hell.

After all, how can it be hell if this gorgeous, perfect fallen angel is here, dancing with me?

#anne phantomhive #lia michaelis #cute #writing #one shot #black butler #kuroshitsuji #grell sutcliff #ciel phantomhive

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casualmoviefashion · 5 years

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Poltergeist

I DID IT. I watched Poltergeist and took a million screenshots. Because I love it so very very much I ended up with lots of screenshots that aren’t actually relevant to casual movie fashion but that’s okay I think!

This post will be dedicated specifically to Diane Freeling. I’ll discuss the other characters in a separate post.

The Freeling family live in Cuesta Verde, a new housing tract in SoCal that just so happened to be built on top of an old graveyard. Steve Freeling works for Cuesta Verde as a realtor.

Isn’t it beautiful.

ANYWAY Diane Freeling is the matriarch of the Freeling family and she is a PERFECT ANGEL WHO I LOVE. She’s also a fantastic dresser and I have a lot to say about her ~*~looks*~*

I’m just gonna go in order here:

Look ONE:

A very casual denim on denim look. Here we see Diane getting ready to flush Tweety down the toilet (???) after she mysteriously finds him dead in his cage. She gets busted by Carol Anne, who looks fresh as hell in those RED overalls.

Look TWO:

This is hands down my F A V O R I T E Diane Freeling look and ALSO I’ve been obsessed with it since the first time I ever watched Poltergeist which was probably around 1996 when my mom rented it for us. This look is absolutely iconic and has aged beautifully (just like JoBeth Williams if we’re being honest here). Diane is wearing a red t-shirt with short 80s shorts, and a fantastic pair of Nike Cortez, which are making QUITE the comeback right now.

I noticed after this re-watch that there are a LOT of red shirts worn in this movie, which I feel must have been deliberate. I wish there was more information available. Maybe I should rent the blu-ray and see if there’s commentary??

Also, outside of Dana, every member of the Freeling family sports a pair of Nikes at some point. Even sweet little Carol Anne.

Look THREE:

This is not my favorite look but I still deeply appreciate the thought behind it. We see Diane looking put together as FUCK in a beautiful silk blouse with a chunky sweater draped over her shoulders. In contrast, we see Steve looking dazed and sweaty in a big cardigan, walking around clutching a Budweiser. Diane looks fresh-faced and ready for BUSINESS. The business of saving her fucking BABY.

Look FOUR:

There are two women credited for costuming - Buffy Snyder was the Ladies Costumer and Ann Lambert was the Costume Supervisor (Charles DeMuth is the men’s costumer but we’re not talking about men right now). Buffy and Ann knew what the fuck they were doing with their choice here. After learning Carol Anne is being held hostage by the BEAST (that’s right, the goddamn devil), it’s only appropriate Diane would be dressed in ALL WHITE. Like an ANGEL. She looks ethereal as she gets ready to throw down in an alternate plane of existence full of lost souls and satan himself.

Look FIVE:

This house is clean. Carol Anne has been rescued. She doesn’t remember anything. Diane feels hungover, but good! She’s also sporting a dope new hairdo. Another look that isn’t my favorite but I can appreciate. Muted browns and purples, practical pleated pants (alliterative!). It’s time to throw an outfit on and get the fuck outta that house. The drabness of the colors lulls us into a FALSE sense of security. Everything’s gonna be okay, the Freelings will be FINE.

Look SIX, the final LOOK:

Another red shirt! Things are about to get INTENSE as it turns out the house actually isn’t clean at all! After Diane takes a very relaxing bath and colors her hair (a mistake in my opinion!), she throws on an oversized football jersey and tries to relax while waiting on Steve to quit Cuesta Verde and come the fuck home so the family can go stay in a Holiday Inn. Mere moments after laying down she hears her kids screaming and an EVIL invisible force starts beating the absolute shit out of her. She gets flung around the room, desperately trying to protect her BABIES. Thwarted at every turn, she doesn’t give up!

Oh right, her causal outfit. Diane looks SO vulnerable in this look. No pants, just a big shirt that makes her look tinier than she already is. This is the final look for Diane in Poltergeist. She even ends up wearing it as the family escapes and FINALLY gets out of Cuesta Verde and into that Holiday Inn. No time for pants! Only time for baby saving.

And there they all are, Diane Freeling’s casual outfits. I know I missed her nightie, but that’s not quite what I’d consider a casual outfit, and also I’m saving it for a different post.

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